[NOC JHW] new cleromantic
Jul 28, 2023 1:11:15 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 2 more like this
Post by Random🎲McConalogue on Jul 28, 2023 1:11:15 GMT -5
There's at least a wall behind her. It's barely visible as she fills up most of the tight shot. Could be anywhere on the road, but it's somewhere. Perfectly scuzzy when the last week's blown up somewhat
She brushes loose hair to the side
Random: It's network battle royale time, and I always look at that and say well, yes dice
It's a lot better than no dice
Random: Last week I was getting told to make sandwiches, and I sorted that one out. Now for a treat I've been sent a mighty one... maybe a banquet of 12 to go with him?
She grins to herself
Random: Nah, this isnae trivial. This is the big shiny event, and I'm hardly going to stand out. I'm no' the only Tapout one there... just me and a big cluster of fun...
She looks to drift off into a trance, then jumps back, almost apologetic
Random: Is everyone in this Cruiserfest meant to be created equal?
She smirks, mostly to herself
Random: We're no'.
We're all different sizes and shapes. There's all sorts. Genetic freakery? Training? Childhood economic circumstances? Cats? All sorts. All sorts of fractions of per cent.
Nothing ever really starts in a pure state of fifty-fifty all round
Does El Rey? Defending the Junior Heavyweight title, so he's already the main target. And he's double booked as well. How's that stacking up? So's Dylan Black. What's his chances now?
How do you even start with this format?
Casual sigh, but she moves on, not dithering
Random: It's nice though. Pile up the bodies and potential, and then put the rules in flux and it's entirely my cup of tea. It's extra... you've got no idea how much brownian motion there's going to be to admire...
Her eyes start to close, almost dreamy, letting her head naturally start to tit towards her shoulder
Random: ...in real time, from the most peaceful spot right in the middle...
Eyes open, her head slowly bobs fully upright
Random: It's just so good for picking the tiny wee moments and nudging the odds in my favour as I go...
She drops that thought... then immediately picks it back up
Random: Nobody's chances at that opening bell are gonnae be 7% beat And a seventh. And then what if we add bonus people to the mix? What if it ends up 15 or 16 way instead?
Random: sarcastic surprise, everybdy's chances go doon
A little disapproving nod
Random: Is that worth even considering? It's nothing to worry about. That always happens. That's just... how maths works. It's hardly drastic. It's basic... but it always fluctuates.
It's a perpetual butterfly cèilidh, and I'm leading the dance...
Her nose momentarily scrunches, sure there's an alternative to dancing
Random: ...what else am I gonnae dae? Add everybdy's chances up for fun? beat It's aboot one. Just under. high 99%.
I don't even get above 100%. That's just maths. There's nothing more certain once you get to that point... Except the existence of uncertainty. That's everywhere. Just that one number all the way down...
She shrugs casually
Random: ...numbers are handy though. They can't lie. Cannae tell the truth either. They're just this data, you know?
What they spell is all down to eyes and context and reason. Once you've got the depth and breadth clear in your mind... you'll understand. And this is just me on unconscious base impulse.
If that's not overwhelming enough... If you've survived the familiar bit, and maybe the bit where all the flash rollups come, there's a niiice big where mat wrestling just... kinda... isnae just me showing off to make a point.
Where I'm no' dragging people down to humiliate... it's the end
Her eyes flick off camera, to the side, then back
Random: Maybe you're not that much like me... I'm just a girl that likes a wee bit of cleromancy. Helps me see the futures.
Elegant, causal flow, in a see of anger and intensity and utter need. I see so many futures, and my song always plays again at the end, and I always go home as Junior Heavyweight Champion, objectively part of the big shiny end of proceedings, satisfied
She nods to herself, at peace with her assessment
Random: Nae anger, nae intensity, nae fear, just chill. But everything's chill when you know the RNG...
click off, job done
She brushes loose hair to the side
Random: It's network battle royale time, and I always look at that and say well, yes dice
It's a lot better than no dice
Random: Last week I was getting told to make sandwiches, and I sorted that one out. Now for a treat I've been sent a mighty one... maybe a banquet of 12 to go with him?
She grins to herself
Random: Nah, this isnae trivial. This is the big shiny event, and I'm hardly going to stand out. I'm no' the only Tapout one there... just me and a big cluster of fun...
She looks to drift off into a trance, then jumps back, almost apologetic
Random: Is everyone in this Cruiserfest meant to be created equal?
She smirks, mostly to herself
Random: We're no'.
We're all different sizes and shapes. There's all sorts. Genetic freakery? Training? Childhood economic circumstances? Cats? All sorts. All sorts of fractions of per cent.
Nothing ever really starts in a pure state of fifty-fifty all round
Does El Rey? Defending the Junior Heavyweight title, so he's already the main target. And he's double booked as well. How's that stacking up? So's Dylan Black. What's his chances now?
How do you even start with this format?
Casual sigh, but she moves on, not dithering
Random: It's nice though. Pile up the bodies and potential, and then put the rules in flux and it's entirely my cup of tea. It's extra... you've got no idea how much brownian motion there's going to be to admire...
Her eyes start to close, almost dreamy, letting her head naturally start to tit towards her shoulder
Random: ...in real time, from the most peaceful spot right in the middle...
Eyes open, her head slowly bobs fully upright
Random: It's just so good for picking the tiny wee moments and nudging the odds in my favour as I go...
She drops that thought... then immediately picks it back up
Random: Nobody's chances at that opening bell are gonnae be 7% beat And a seventh. And then what if we add bonus people to the mix? What if it ends up 15 or 16 way instead?
Random: sarcastic surprise, everybdy's chances go doon
A little disapproving nod
Random: Is that worth even considering? It's nothing to worry about. That always happens. That's just... how maths works. It's hardly drastic. It's basic... but it always fluctuates.
It's a perpetual butterfly cèilidh, and I'm leading the dance...
Her nose momentarily scrunches, sure there's an alternative to dancing
Random: ...what else am I gonnae dae? Add everybdy's chances up for fun? beat It's aboot one. Just under. high 99%.
I don't even get above 100%. That's just maths. There's nothing more certain once you get to that point... Except the existence of uncertainty. That's everywhere. Just that one number all the way down...
She shrugs casually
Random: ...numbers are handy though. They can't lie. Cannae tell the truth either. They're just this data, you know?
What they spell is all down to eyes and context and reason. Once you've got the depth and breadth clear in your mind... you'll understand. And this is just me on unconscious base impulse.
If that's not overwhelming enough... If you've survived the familiar bit, and maybe the bit where all the flash rollups come, there's a niiice big where mat wrestling just... kinda... isnae just me showing off to make a point.
Where I'm no' dragging people down to humiliate... it's the end
Her eyes flick off camera, to the side, then back
Random: Maybe you're not that much like me... I'm just a girl that likes a wee bit of cleromancy. Helps me see the futures.
Elegant, causal flow, in a see of anger and intensity and utter need. I see so many futures, and my song always plays again at the end, and I always go home as Junior Heavyweight Champion, objectively part of the big shiny end of proceedings, satisfied
She nods to herself, at peace with her assessment
Random: Nae anger, nae intensity, nae fear, just chill. But everything's chill when you know the RNG...
click off, job done